What Zhongshan Weisun called "the finals brought forward" was no empty claim!
At least, that was how many spectators saw it.
They could not understand any of that "truth of world-insight." But the dazzling spectacle was right before their eyes. The battle had turned heaven and earth upside down, leaving their eyes swimming—if this was not finals-level, then what was?
Within the vast Martial Practice Platform, all traces of water had vanished, and the moonlight had been shattered. Only a sinuous White Dragon remained, majestic and noble as it roamed at ease.
After several days of preliminaries and qualifying matches, when had there ever been such a magnificent scene?
First came the collision of spiritual domains, then the White Dragon shattering the moon.
Eight hundred miles of Qing River had transformed into a White Dragon. Within its body, in the deep waters spanning thousands upon thousands of acres, the slaughter continued.
This process was also projected high into the sky in the Great Void Illusion Realm by Zhongli Yan using Martial Dao true essence—Lord Zhongli's high salary was not for nothing.
Those actually watching from River Viewing Terrace, on the other hand, did not get that benefit... Elder Zhong was not responsible for the audience's viewing experience. He was only responsible for the match itself.
In the depths of the lightless waters, an iron spear had become the bridge upon which they wrestled.
A bridge spanning a river connected north and south, but this one was a vertical wall, cast from prejudice, arrogance, and a stubborn self.
The bones throughout Yue Wenchuan's body crackled again and again, like copper peas rolling through a wok of hot oil several times over.
His strength came from squeezing himself beyond his limits.
In those bygone years, he had guarded the Sea Frontier with